On “a town that is burning (Goodwin Fire), at the edge of a month that marks a tremendous loss (the Granite Mountain Hotshots).”
The man at the bar says
the moon isn’t full enough
for her milk to drop.
“a double abecedarian written on July 3, in response to the dismal news we get everyday…”
All my life, it seems I couldn’t wait for my actual life to begin,
********for the fizz
bubbles in the wine glass to swirl, eager as parachute jumpers
********on a clear day.